I use the entry-level skills to create longevity

Chapter 142: Immortal Saint Master, Purple Mansion Holy Land (Two in One)

into the night.

Tongyou City is still very lively.

Since the Jiannan Martial Arts Competition began, Tongyou City has transformed into a city that never sleeps. Many restaurants are brightly lit, and of course there are also brothels to help soothe the pain of those who have lost.

Many people have grown in Tongyou City, not only physically but also spiritually. The more they see, the faster they grow, and the more they can recognize their own identities. They are no longer as arrogant as before, with the idea that they are the boss, the earth is second, and I am the third.

Of course, there are also some people who think they are the sixth, because they are suppressed by the sect leader, master and others, so they are a little bit behind.

Cheng Yanfeng was having dinner with several disciples from Linghe Sect at this time, and was also listening to others talking about the Jiannan Martial Arts Conference.

She specially invited Yang Xuan, but the other party had to continue practicing, and the food was delivered to his residence, so he had no intention of coming out.

Seeing this, Cheng Yanfeng was not surprised, because Yang Xuan had been basically like this these days. Along the way, Yang Xuan spent most of his time practicing. Even when he was not practicing, he was watching the battle.

They were very tired from the journey and stayed in the inn to rest, but Yang Xuan chose to watch the battle. There was no space for cultivation in the inn, otherwise she would have suspected that Yang Xuan would choose to practice.

After all, since coming to Tongyou City, Yang Xuan has deliberately lived in the courtyard that Linghemen had purchased here before. He has spent most of his time practicing and rarely relaxes, even watching battles less often.

After entering Tongyou City, they chose to fight, but Yang Xuan still chose to practice in seclusion. It is still the same now. Even after taking the top spot on the No. 39 fighting stage and becoming a famous dark horse, Yang Xuan is still the same and has no idea of ​​celebrating.

They proposed it, but it was rejected by Yang Xuan. According to Yang Xuan, being the top of a fighting arena was not worth being happy about, and it would be better to be ranked in the top 100 first.

Cheng Yanfeng knew that Yang Xuan was not targeting her, but that was just Yang Xuan's personality, because the two of them had a good relationship.

But she felt that Yang Xuan was in a very anxious state during this period, as if something was chasing him. This was very different from Yang Xuan's appearance in Linghe Gate.

But Cheng Yanfeng discovered that it was these changes that made Yang Xuan's martial arts skills more and more profound. Until now, she couldn't see through Yang Xuan and felt that Yang Xuan was not using his full strength.

Just like the biggest dark horse Lin Shaosheng from Camellia Villa who appeared before, if Yang Xuan also reached this step, she would not feel so surprised, because Yang Xuan gave her a different feeling.

If Yang Xuan was the same age as her, perhaps the top of the Southern Region Qingyuan List would not necessarily be Xiao Jianyi, the swordsman of the Wusheng Sword Sect. This is a person who can lead Linghe Sect to become a stronger force and allow Linghe Sect to fulfill the wishes of countless predecessors!
The current Linghe Sect is just a well-known force in Yu'an Prefecture, not the strongest force. But if Yang Xuan can become a disciple of the holy land, then the Linghe Sect will at least be the strongest force in Yu'an Prefecture.

Thinking about this, Cheng Yanfeng was also deeply moved.

She accepted the congratulations from other people in Linghe Sect, and had more thoughts in her mind.

Naturally, she also wanted to go further. Even now, seeing the geniuses on the Southern Region Qingyuan List and those dark horses that emerged, she still had this idea.

On the contrary, she no longer cared so much about Wei Xiu and others, whom she had previously regarded as her rivals for the position of sect leader.

After seeing more young geniuses, she felt that she could no longer focus on Linghe Gate, but had to be above these young geniuses.

Thinking about this, Cheng Yanfeng and the people from Linghe Sect quickly finished their dinner and returned to the courtyard to continue their practice.

She wanted to learn from Yang Xuan and continue to spend time improving her abilities instead of being complacent with her current ranking.

The departure of Cheng Yanfeng and others did not bring any changes to this city that never sleeps. Those who have contributed to the city that never sleeps are still chatting lively about the geniuses in the Jiannan Martial Arts Competition. When there is an argument, they rely on drinking to convince the other party.

Fewer people took action, because with so many people eliminated by the Jiannan Martial Arts Association, everyone knew their own weight.

There are also people who are very lively around them, because they have a good ranking, their journey to the Jiannan Martial Arts Competition is still going on, and there are many compliments around them, which makes them feel elated and they don’t know why!
There are also people busy in brothels, showing alternative abilities and proving themselves!
Everyone has different choices and their performance in this city that never sleeps is also different, with huge differences.

The imperial capital of the Taiyuan Dynasty.

Holy Master Pavilion.

"Saint Master, this is the list of young geniuses sent from all over the dynasty!"

"This time, there are more geniuses from the Central Region!"

A middle-aged man in brocade clothes was bending over and holding up a book. The book was filled with densely written words, including names, martial arts skills, identity and background.

Just as there is the Jiannan Martial Arts Competition in the Southern Region, there are naturally also such competitions in other regions of the Taiyuan Dynasty.

It is divided into five regions in total, namely the East, West, South, North and Central. The one in the South is called Jiannan Martial Arts Association, and the one in the Central Region is called Jianzhong Martial Arts Association.

Named after the region, the events are held at about the same time.

The most powerful geniuses in each region will compete and finally gather in the capital of the Taiyuan Dynasty.

In the end, the battles between young geniuses from all over the country were handled by the Immortal Saint Master in front of him, and it was like this every time.

The reason why he is called the Immortal Saint Master is because he has lived for more than a thousand years. When the Taiyuan Dynasty was established, he appeared in the Taiyuan Dynasty and was regarded as an immortal being.

He was a person arranged by the holy land above, and his status was extremely high. The Emperor of Taiyuan Dynasty and others respected him very much.

However, this person basically does not take care of things, except for the battle of young geniuses held once every ten years, when this person will show up to take charge and select disciples who meet the requirements of the holy land.

"Leave it there!"

The Holy Master of Longevity turned his back to the middle-aged man and waved his hand slightly. He was holding a book in his hand and reading it with great interest.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes put the book on the table, lowered his head and left.

He saw the back of the Saint Master of Immortality, with his jet-black hair, and it was hard to tell that time had left any trace on him.

One can live for thousands of years longer than masters at the Divine Will realm. However, in the Taiyuan Dynasty, it is extremely difficult to break through to the Divine Will realm, and few people can break through to the realm above Divine Will.

He didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements, and leaving quickly was the best option.

"It's time to select disciples once every ten years. Time flies!"

After an unknown amount of time, the Saint Master Changsheng finished reading the book in his hand and then walked to the desk.

Looking at the list above, he was deeply moved.

He has been in the Taiyuan Dynasty for a long time and has seen off countless people.

Time has sent away other people, but only left traces on him!
The white hair between the brows is the trace of time. It falls off as soon as it appears, and then disappears, as if nothing had appeared.

"There are quite a few young geniuses born this time, the most in the past hundred years. It seems that we can recruit a few more disciples for the Purple Mansion Holy Land this year!"

"There are no young geniuses at the Divine Will realm yet. There are many of them, but their quality is not that high!"

The Saint Master of Longevity flipped through the lists very quickly and read through all 2,500 names sent to him.

These are just the preliminary selections. Those that are delivered in the future will be carefully selected, and by then there will be one hundred left.

The ones on the list that were finally sent over were the real elites, and they were all people who had the opportunity to become disciples of the holy land in this competition.

The elimination rate is very high, but this is normal.

The Zifu Holy Land only wants truly talented disciples, not mediocre ones.

Throughout the Taiyuan Dynasty, there were not many people who met the standards for recruiting disciples into the Purple Mansion Holy Land every ten years, and even fewer who could eventually pass the Purple Mansion Holy Land assessment and become disciples of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

"I have seen off generation after generation of young geniuses. If one cannot achieve anything in martial arts, it will all be in vain in the end!" "What is the use of imperial power? I still have to cultivate immortality!"

After reading the list above, the Holy Master Changsheng threw the book directly on the desk.

The road to martial arts is difficult at the beginning, and it becomes even more difficult next time, and it becomes increasingly difficult as you go further. There are already very few people who can reach this next step, let alone reach the end.

He would see similar lists every ten years, but only a few people would eventually make it to his feet, and even fewer would become disciples of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Even if he becomes a disciple of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, if he cannot make any more breakthroughs in martial arts or encounters an accident, he will die before him.

He had seen amazing geniuses die without a burial place, and he had also seen people who had accumulated a lot of experience and achieved great success late in life. The more he saw, the calmer his mentality became, and he returned to being a mortal and approached the requirements of the techniques.

"There are thousands of techniques in the world, but with a limited life span, only by practicing intensive techniques can one hope for longevity."

The Saint Master of Longevity said with emotion.

His books recorded that some people practiced various skills and displayed extremely powerful combat capabilities, which was amazing.

But after seeing this, he was not too amazed. Instead, he felt that the other party was short-sighted. Because at his point, he knew very well that a person's energy was limited. If he wanted to go further on the road of martial arts, he had to choose the path of intensive practice.

Only by refining a path and pushing it to the limit can you see the way ahead and go further.

But young people seem to like to take a broad and extensive path and develop in all aspects.

This option does not allow one to have any weaknesses, but it is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Most people basically cannot make it and have to give up in the end.

At this time, naturally a lot of time is wasted, and it becomes difficult to go further on the road of martial arts.

But there are some things that these young people cannot listen to when you tell them, because young people are full of vigor and like to act according to their own will.

"Eternal life, eternal life!"

The Saint Master of Longevity was extremely moved, and his long voice kept echoing in the Saint Master Pavilion and did not dissipate for a long time.

Imperial city and palace.

"Your Majesty, the books of young geniuses from all over the country have been delivered to the Saint Master Pavilion!"

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes who had appeared in the Holy Master Pavilion before now appeared in the palace again.

Now he was kneeling before Sikong Haotian, the Emperor of Taiyuan Dynasty, reporting with his head down.

"Does the Immortal Saint Master have any reaction?"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Haotian put down the documents in his hand and asked slowly.

He looked directly at the middle-aged man in brocade clothes in front of him. There was a gleam of light in his eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"The Saint Master Changsheng didn't react. He was reading the Nanhua Sutra before I left!"

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes lowered his head and replied.

Previously, in the Saint Master Pavilion, he deliberately looked up to see what the Saint Master of Longevity was doing.

However, he couldn't move too much, so he could only take a quick look, just in time to memorize the books that the Sage Master Changsheng had read.

Coming to the palace at this time is just the right time to complete the task.

This wasn't the first time, so he was very skilled at it.

"Nanhua Zhenjing? You are reading the Taoist scriptures again. Is there any secret hidden in these Taoist scriptures that I don't know about?"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Haotian frowned slightly and picked up the "Nanhua Zhenjing" from the bookshelf beside him.

He read these Taoist books many times, but he didn't feel much, and they were of no help to his martial arts practice.

Especially now that his martial arts has reached a bottleneck, he can't see any opportunity for a breakthrough.

He once asked the Saint Master of Immortality, who simply said "focus on one thing and you will master it all".

He tried it, but it didn't work, so he was thinking of other ways.

Sikong Haotian is a master in the realm of divine will, and he has gone very far in the realm of divine will, but he is still far from breaking through to the next realm.

Up to now, he hasn't even seen the limit, let alone a breakthrough.

He tried many methods, but nothing worked.

The masters in the Divine Will Realm have a longer lifespan, but he feels that it is still not enough, especially as he gets older, he feels more anxious.

His father, grandfather and others were all very frightened when their lifespans were coming to an end. He was the same and felt a little anxious.

He has never appointed the next crown prince of the Taiyuan Dynasty because he wants to achieve a breakthrough, continue to increase his lifespan, and become an immortal emperor.

At the very least, like the Immortal Saint Master, live for thousands of years, or even more.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes kept his head down and did not dare to speak.

He knew that Sikong Haotian was not asking him, but was talking to himself. If he answered at this time, it would probably bring about a catastrophic disaster.

After all, this emperor had a strong murderous intention. If you made him unhappy, he might walk out of the palace and his entire family would die right after.

Having witnessed such things, the Jinyi men naturally have a clearer understanding of their own identities.

"Does Taoism cultivate one's sentiments and calm one's mind?"

Sikong Haotian sighed and talked to himself, still flipping through the "Nanhua Zhenjing" in his hand. He didn't know how many times he had read this Taoist scripture, but he couldn't see any opportunity for a breakthrough in it.

If he had not known that the Holy Master Changsheng liked to read these Taoist scriptures and he had also seen them, he would have thought that the person in front of him was deceiving him.

"Continue to pay attention to the affairs of the young geniuses in various regions of the dynasty. Once the top 20 are decided in each region, send the list to me!"

"Well, send it to the Immortal Saint Master first!"

Sikong Haotian made arrangements, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind.

Although the battle between young geniuses from all over the country took place in the imperial city, the person ultimately responsible was still the Saint Master of Immortality.

So he proceeded as usual.

Even though he was the emperor of the Taiyuan Dynasty, he knew clearly that there were some things he could not interfere with.

Otherwise, even he, the emperor of the Taiyuan Dynasty, might be replaced by someone else.

The masters in the Divine Will Realm may seem powerful, but in reality they are nothing!
(End of this chapter)